Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Pole,
Lalann,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.